Chapter 1
Milin was drawn to the temple of sacred ashes. The day that Divine Justinia was killed. She disrupted the ritual and acquired the anchor.
When she was taken back to Haven she had drifted in an out of consciousness. Not sure if what she saw was real or fade. She saw a bald elf with a wolf shaped aura of some kind. His aura was ancient.
When she finally woke she was in shackles.
"Why were you at the temple of sacred ashes!?" A dark hair warrior, she soon learned to be Cassandra, demanded.
"I honestly don't know I was drawn there. I don't remember what happened either. I swear." Milin pleaded.
"Really how unusual." The other hooded blonde woman asked.
"How can we believe you?" Cassandra yanked her anchor arm harshly.
"Cassandra!" Lilliana scolded trying to get her to get herself in check.
"That's it you do or don't but it's all I know. What happened?" Milin asked.
"Everyone is dead including Divine Justinia." Cassandra said her anger starting to sound hopeless. "Lilliana meet us at the bridge." Cassandra added unlocking Milin's shackles and tying up her wrists for transport.
At a small bridge it collapsed under their feet and they landed on the unforgiving frozen river below.
Milin's hands were still bound but that didn't mean shit. It was only a formality.
They were attacked by some demons. Cassandra jumped into action. Fighting them off, one got past her and headed for Milin.
Milin put up her tied hands and fired lightning at the demon. After a couple rusty hits it disappeared. Then she helped Cassandra. After the other two were gone Cassandra turned to her.
"Thanks, guess you'll need to defend yourself." Cassandra said putting her sword away and pulling out a dagger. She cut the ropes off Milin's wrists.
"Thanks, makes things much easier now." Milin thanked her and they continued on.
They come over a hill hearing commotion sounding like fighting. They found a dwarf archer and elf mage fighting a hoard. Milin and Cassandra broke into the fray to help. Milin still didn't have a staff, she used her trusty dagger she had since she was found as a child. Using magic and her dagger she cut through the demons. The small group polished of all 10 of the demons with little trouble.
After the fight the dwarf and elf turned to meet their new companion.
"Hey, glad to see you alive." The dwarf joked lightheartedly.
"You, I saw you? Fen?" Milin was confused pointing to the elf.
"My name is Solas. I kept the magic of the mark at bay while you slept. Speaking of which." Solas was slight confused when she called him fen questionly. He brushed it of as a fluke and grabbed her hand pointing it at the rip near them almost forgotten.
"Uh!" Milin felt the magic from the mark interact with rip in the fade. Pulling her hand back with Solas's guidance it sealed in a blast.
"You know about the mark?" Milin asked glancing between him and her hand.
"Not much more then you. I'm afraid. I just had a theory that panned out." Solas explained.
"So I can help. Well that is what I'm going to do." Milin said determined. "Oh my name is Milin." She remembered she hadn't told anyone her name.
"Interesting." Solas observed realizing the meaning of her name.
"Yes I know its meaning. I'll explain later." Milin said as they all had to concentrate on current problems.
They made it to the bridge where Lilliana was to meet them. The man from the chantry was acting like he was in charge. Milin didn't like him so she didn't bother learning his name. They had Milin choose where to go. Up the mountain pass or with the troops. She decided to go up the pass. She thought even a small chance to save someone was worth the chance.
They found them not all alive but it was still worth it. They continued on as the survivors when back.
They made it to the temple of sacred ashes and proceeded with the plan closing the rift that Milin walked out of. She closed it and passed out from over exertion. The closest one to her caught her before she hit the ground.
"Alright lets head back." Cassandra said. "We could all use some rest." She turned leaving everyone following.
Solas had been closest to Milin so he carried her back. There was something very different and familiar about this elven woman. Her fiery red hair was unusual for an elf because of it's intensity. It shined like burning fire and seemed to change intensity depending on her intensity. He had already observed that much about her in such a short amount of time. And that her heart was great. She tried saving who she could.
Back at Haven everyone was still busy getting everything up and running for the long haul. The large breach was still there, they needed to find a better way to close it. So Cassandra, Lilliana, and Cullen were discussing possibilities.
Milin woke up in a small wooden house a shy nervous elf walked in dropping a small crate of supplies. The elf ran she was so scared but Solas was in the corner. He had been sleeping when the elf came in and was rudely waken up by the crate hitting the floor.
"Ah, now we're both awake now. I wish to ask you what made you call me fen?" Solas asked very curious as to why she called him a wolf.
"Oh, that, I've always been able to see auras and yours is oddly shaped like a wolf. I don't see auras all the time, but I can see them on command." Milin answered sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Alright, seeing auras is a rare talent indeed." Solas was very interested in the rare fact.
"I figure your also curious about my name?" Milin asked.
"Yes, it is a curious name?" Solas was even more intrigued.
"Long story short. I was found as a child. Covered in blood, with this dagger. No memory. Had magic sent to the circle. An older elven mage adopted me sort of. He asked me questions about being found. Someone over heard our elven conversation. They thought Milin was my name and it just stuck." Milin explained.
"Well that's some tale. What a name to have. I find it fascinating, in a good way. Well enough chat for now they are waiting for you at the war table." Solas politely offered a hand to her. He already stood having crossed the room to in front of her. She accepted it and stood. Following him out the door.